Closer to Herschel Gordon Lewis than H.G. Wells, The Exotic Time Machine visits the comedic as well as the erotic zone, with mixed but generally entertaining results. Gone are the gentle Eloi and the cannibalistic Morlocks; replaced instead by a pair of randy futurists (Gabriella Hall and Joseph Daniels) whose spontaneous lovemaking accidentally sets their fourth dimension invention in motion.

Daniels is thrust backwards into the court of Louis XVI and Marie Antoinette, a horny pair who are constantly eating more than just cake. Daniels receives an eyeful of a lesbian tryst and then beds the Queen (before she loses her head.) Jealous Louis, acting more like the Marquis De Sade, throws Daniels in the Bastille; but a curious – and horny, everyone must be horny! – chambermaid (Tiffany Gonzales) comes to Daniels’ romantic rescue. Geez, this guy wets his noodle more than Captain Kirk.

Meanwhile, Gabriella finds herself in the sultan’s no-parking zone, a completely different era in which harem girls and hot oil massages fuel the political scene only slightly more than in the 20th century. Naked for about 60% of the film, Gabriella is easier to look at than a pile of free money, and stacked in better configurations.

Eventually all this copious science friction posits Daniels, Gabriella and Mimi the chambermaid in Al Capone’s speakeasy, where the mobster and his moll are engaged in a hoochie-coochie session. Like many of the incongruities in this film, (i.e. Louis XVI and Marie being tattoo aficionados) this Scarface is minus his famous scar- unless it happens to reside on his other head. A softcore question for the ages.

The overall production is pretty, the sex is frequent, the jokes are bargain-basement (“It’s good to bet the king”), and the cast are all uniformly attractive. Considering how many uniforms they change into, this is big a plus.